“I am imperfect in many things, nevertheless I want my brethren and kinsfolk to know my nature so that they may be able to perceive my soul’s desire.”

I pray to God to give me perseverance and to deign that I be a faithful witness to Him to the end of my life for my God.

Sufficient to say, greed is a deadly deed. You shall not covet your neighbor’s goods.

No one should ever say that it was my ignorance if I did or showed forth anything however small according to God’s good pleasure; but let this be your conclusion and let it so be thought, that – as is the perfect truth – it was the gift of God.

Never trust a dog to watch your food.

He who believes shall be saved, but he who does not believe shall be damned. God has spoken.

That which I have set out in Latin is not my words but the words of God and of apostles and prophets, who of course have never lied. He who believes shall be saved, but he who does not believe shall be damned. God has spoken.

Daily I expect to be murdered or betrayed or reduced to slavery if the occasion arises. But I fear nothing, because of the promises of heaven.

If I be worthy, I live for my God to teach the heathen, even though they may despise me.

May the strength of God pilot us, may the wisdom of God instruct us, may the hand of God protect us, may the word of God direct us. Be always ours this day and for evermore.

So I live among barbarous tribes, a stranger and exile for the love of God.

If I have any worth, it is to live my life for God.

Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me, Christ in every eye that sees me, Christ in every ear that hears me.

If I have any worth, it is to live my life for God so as to teach these peoples; even though some of them still look down on me.

The Lord opened the understanding of my unbelieving heart, so that I should recall my sins.

I grieve for you, how I mourn for you, who are so very dear to me, but again I can rejoice within my heart, not for nothing have I labored, neither has my exile been in vain.

Before I was humiliated I was like a stone that lies in deep mud, and he who is mighty came and in his compassion raised me up and exalted me very high and placed me on the top of the wall.

An Angel who did not so much fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.

We just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes. In the silence, I swear I could hear the beating wings of an angel.

You were the best and worst nights of my life fucking while the flames lick us at least you’re a distraction from my spiritual death. You’re a god damn angel in a crack den.

I learned to play with the monsters under my bed. I gave angel wings to the demons in my head. I asked the voices in my mind to sing sweet lullabies and finally, I found the love and fire in my own eyes.

An angel’s soft breath coating the grounds, a gentle caress wakes us now.

Baby, I am an angel who can set your world on fire.

Angels exist because devils do.